some poems

Firefly (A Conversation With Noel Coward)

I stood beside the ivory grave
And he whispered in my ear,
'Dear boy, take a look at the view.'
So I watched the emerald rug unfold
And the sea horses gallop to shore,
And as he laid his hand on me, I knew.

I stood outside the white-walled house
And he whispered in my ear,
'Dear boy, these flowers are for you.'
So I touched their efflorescent fruits
And held them to my nose,
And as I smelled how sweet they were, I knew.

I stood beneath the stone-framed room
And he whispered in my ear,
'Dear boy, can you see the verdant hue?'
So I looked upon his painting,
Unobtrusive in its frame,
And as it hung upon the shaded wall, I knew.

I stood below the grassy steps
And he whispered in my ear,
'Dear boy, can you hear the hushed purlieu?'
So I listened to the rolling sea
And the wind between the trees,
And as the seabirds soared above, I knew.

I stood beside the open bar
And he whispered in my ear,
'Dear boy, please come and take a pew.'
So I sat upon a wooden stool
And he served me up a drink,
And as I sipped beneath the flaming sun, I knew.

I stood beside the ivory grave
And he whispered in my ear,
'Dear boy, I must bid you now adieu.'
So I looked into his gentle eyes
And he into my soul,
And as he smiled and disappeared, I knew.

Because the peace that dwelt within this place was true.